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When I looked down at Kreea's two-year-old children, I couldn't help but be reminded of that fateful night. Now, of course, the two little girls were _my_children as well. An inattentive observer would have called them pure hippogryphs, but they would be ignoring Bilai's and Karaka's tufted lion tails. From me, they got their brilliant white fur, size, and tails, and from their mother they sported wide, equine rumps covered in black stripes. Even their hooved hind legs and taloned front legs were circled by stripes. Gryphons were naturally larger than hippogryphs, and my children at two were almost the same size as Adran at four.

Adran...Kreea's one remaining child from before she met me. The brown-with-black-stripes hippogryph had never really recovered from his sister's disappearance. Or maybe he had just become an obnoxious adolescent? Either way, he talked back, called me "Syrak" instead of "Dad", and spent most of his time when he wasn't out with friends alone in his room.

I know he masturbated in there from the stench. The solid stone rooms had little airflow...if we ever moved, we'd have to spend ages in there, cleaning. Still, I didn't object. Better he get those urges out in private - I'd seen him on more than one occasion looking at my girls in inappropriate ways whenever they'd turn away from him. Soon enough they'd be coming into heat, and we had more than enough trouble without our high school son impregnating one or both of our elementary aged daughters.

I kept hoping that Adran would finally get a girlfriend - his own age. He was four now, and almost a full grown male about to apply for college, and as far as I could tell he was still a virgin. Sure, steer clear of the fertile fillies, but there were plenty of girls who'd put out off their season. Unless he was gay?

No, not gay, I soon found out. Kreea was out with Bilai and Karaka for their after-school flying lessons when I heard the young hippogryph slide the front door across the stone. I should have been with the girls, but I decided against it. Karaka was most definitely coming into heat, and the less time I spent around her the better. In the past, when all the creatures lived like savages in the forests, killing and eating each other, it was important for a young girl to become receptive early, but now it was just a pain. Most girls wanted to wait until after college to indulge their heats, though these days it seemed like more and more were having cubs in high school.

If I couldn't control myself around my own, two-year-old daughters, however, I'd be in some deep shit with the cops. Assuming they caught me. I'd certainly gotten away with it before, with Kreea's daughter, Matra. Turns out if you want to fuck a two-year-old full of foals, you'd better dispose of the evidence! I hadn't intended to fuck her _or_eat her, but that's exactly what happened, and there wasn't a day that passed without me thinking about that night. And getting erect.

I'd been tied down for sex play with Kreea when Matra had walked in on me, and the little filly had taken advantage of me. I tried to stop her, but I was gagged and immobile. She rode me mostly against my will until I shot a full-balls load into her tight little cunt, and then when she was trying to remove my metal gag, she slipped into my mouth. I couldn't stop her slow descent down my throat, nor did I want to. I'd always fantasized about devouring Kreea, and this was the next best thing. By the end, Kreea had returned and _pushed_her own daughter into my fat belly, rubbing her squirming child until the lack of oxygen finally took her.

Kreea thought I'd simply eaten the normal horse she'd prepared for me, and I certainly hadn't told her any different.

Still, I knew exactly how tight, willing, and delicious a two-year-old could be, and I wasn't sure I could resist the temptation all over again.

Which is why my heart nearly stopped when Adran came in the house, glaring at me, a small, cute little centaur filly in tow. "What are you doing here?" Adran groaned. Now I knew why he hadn't brought any hippogryphs home for a date - the little hippogryph was a deviant just like his adoptive father! If gryphons were known to eat hippogryphs, both half-eagle creatures were known to eat centaurs. The half-horse/humanoid creatures were like the afternoon snacks of the feylands, though that was certainly against the law now. Still, centaurs were naturally distrustful of any predator, much more so those with talons.

"I decided to stay home today. Who is this?" I asked, in what I thought was an even, undemanding tone.

"None of your damn business, Syrak," he glared. "Come on, Chari."

Chari, for her part, was looking straight up at me with wide eyes. She was only two-thirds of Adran's size, but I was a full-blooded Gryphon. I towered above the four-year-old filly, more than twice her height. I looked her over, not realizing how much I'd appear to be sizing her up. Between my predatory stare and vicious, curved beak, I'm sure Chari must assume I was imagining just how snugly she'd fit inside my belly.

She wouldn't be wrong.

Since the night I digested Matra, I'd eaten a horse a week, or more. Over a hundred stallions, mares, fillies, and colts had taken their one and only slide down my throat, broken down and absorbed into my thick, muscular body. I'd probably be a fat blob of flesh if Kreea didn't keep me so well exercised: after - and even during - the meal she was as horny as a satyr, and I had to spend the rest of the night with my talons around her haunches, humping her into submission. But I didn't truly share the rush she felt as the horses' squeals were cut off, never to see the light of day again.

No mere animal could match the thrill I had felt when Kreea pushed her daughter to her doom. Matra was more than a horse - she was a living, breathing person, beloved by the very person who unwittingly betrayed her. Matra would have grown up to be a smart, independent hippogryph, head off to school, find a mate and raise a family, but instead she was churned up and digested, nothing more than a fat bulge in my stomach. Her future was sealed that night, and her fate was "food".

How I wanted to repeat that experience, and horses just weren't cutting it. But Chari was just right: I could swallow her in one long gulp, she'd taste every bit as good as a filly, and all her friends and family would never see her again, never truly knowing her fate. I'd never do it, of course - that was illegal and immoral besides, but just the thought of it was turning me on, so that I had to shift my weight to cover my leonine sheath.

"Yes?" I asked her, my heart thumping in my chest as she stared up at me.

"I...I'm Chari..." she stammered.

"I heard," I said, never breaking eye contact. Was she hypnotized by me, or I her? "I'm Syrak, Adran's father."

"Step-dad," Adran clarified. "Now come on, Chari..."

His voice broke the spell, and Chari looked down. Blushing, the centaur girl trotted after the hippogryph, heading for the high schooler's room.

"Now wait just a second!" I rumbled, turning to follow after the two. Adran lowered his tufted ears, glaring at me, while Chari simply glanced over her shoulder at me. My eyes fell to her rump, inadvertently, I'm sure. Her wide, brown rump was barely covered by her swishing black tail, and I couldn't help but catch a glimpse of darker black that could only be her glossy vulva. I sniffed the air - she wasn't in heat, but I still wasn't about to let the boy sneak her off to his room.

I continued, "I'm not going to let some girl I know almost nothing about into your room alone with you. I know what adolescents get up to, you know. And a centaur besides! I don't even want to know what you plan to do with her."

Adran squawked, rolling his eyes. Pointing an accusing talon at me, he said, "I'm not going to eat her! Or fuck her either. Gods, can't you just _trust_me for once!?"

"We're just friends," Chari chimed in softly.

I softened. Perhaps the boy was right. Besides, I really shouldn't ruin his date the first time he managed to bring a bird home. Or a horse, I suppose. Sighing, I said, "Alright, son, I trust you. But I don't know if I can trust her."

The centaur gasped, putting her hands to her mouth and temporarily covering her large front teats. Odd creatures, centaurs. "Sir, I..."

Adran chirped, "What's she going to do to me?"

"When Bilai and Karaka start taking male play-dates home, I'll interview the boys. This is no diferent."

Adran said, "Fine, ask her whatever you want, 'Dad'. Just try not to waste _all_of our time."

With that, the hippogryph trotted through the stone door to his room and _slammed_it shut. I'm amazed the door was still intact after a year of almost daily tantrums. "Come to the living room," I said to Chari, who gulped, then trotted behind me.

Elven stoneshapers did excellent work, and were cheap to hire thanks to the miniscule amount of food they needed to stay alive. Thus, the living room was very tastefully done, with large stone tables and reclining couches, covered in cushions where appropriate. I took the large couch, because I didn't fit anywhere else, and pointed to a cushioned bench the right size for Chari. The centaur minced uncertainly, before sitting across from me, speechless.

"So..." I began, as she made no move to interrupt. "What are your intentions with my son?"

"Um, sir..."

"Syrak," I interrupted, smiling down at the young centaur. The upward curve of my beak only seemed to unsettle the girl even more.

"Right, then. Syrak..." she started, taking a deep breath and starting over. "We're just friends, like I said, si -, Syrak. He...uh...wanted to show me his music sphere collection."

Kids and their music. "And you don't find him attractive in any way?"

Chari gulped, looking around. "Uh...any way? I mean, I guess he's...nice."

"We're both adults here," I told the four-year-old. "You don't wear clothes any more than he does. You haven't taken a peek between his legs before and admired his...admired him?"

"No!" she gasped. I gave her a look as sharp as my talons, and she stuttered, "I-I mean yes. That is...your son is a...handsome...hippogryph?" she asked, scratching her head.

"Step son," I admitted. "At least once I finally get around to marrying his mother." I coughed, looking down at the trembling centaur. "Are you aware of the history between centaurs and hippogryphs?"

"Sir?"

"Are you _aware_that creatures like my step-son used to pounce on your kind, rend them apart, and eat them bit by bit for breakfast, lunch, and dinner?"

Chari's eyes looked like crystal balls, large, round and reflecting the red torchlight. "Y-y-yes, I know. But that was a long time ago, before domesticated livestock. No one really does that anymore..."

Tell that to Matra, I thought, stomach rumbling. "Is that what your mother told you?" I asked softly.

She took a big gulp. "No...she said I shouldn't be friends with...um...people like Adran...and you. But she's old and doesn't get that the times have changed."

I took a deep breath, trying to calm down. She was so_close, and we were all alone, and I hadn't eaten in three days. My talons shook with the effort to resist grabbing her and stuffing her humanoid torso down my throat. My mouth was watering faster than I could swallow. Leaning forward until I was two feet from her, I looked Chari straight in the eye and said, "Adran is young. What if one of _his family was still old-fashioned, too? How would you feel if one of _his_parents looked at you, and all they saw was 'food'?"

Chari whimpered, speechless, sitting back on her haunches and staring helplessly up at me. There was nothing she could do to stop me - I was more than twice her size. Whether she left this house on four legs, or riding in my belly was entirely up to me, and she knew it. Sure, I might get caught and go to jail for it, but that was small consolation to Chari! To her credit, she accepted her fate, not bothering to fight or run.

Down, boy, I scolded myself, taking a step back and licking my drooling beak. Sighing, I said, "I don't know if Adran is a smart choice of friend, Chari, but I won't stop you if that's the decision you want to make. Unless..." I said, glancing down at her.

"W-what?" she gasped, finding her voice.

"...you're in heat?" I finished. "I trust Adran, sure, but I would be a fool to trust him in the face of your scent."

Chari blushed madly, flicking her tail. "I'm...I'm not."

"How can you be sure?" I asked, sniffing gently.

Chari gulped, the inside of her mouth having gone dry. "I've been going into season since I was two, Syrak. I know when -"

"That's not good enough," I chirped. "Turn around, let me sniff you to make sure."

"Sir!" she gasped, shocked.

"If you want to see my son," I explained matter-of-factly, "you will allow me to make absolutely certain you're not in heat."

"But -"

"No buts!" I said, with just a hint of irony, considering. Extending a digit, I spun my talon in a short circle, insistently.

To my surprise, she complied. Shivering, the centaur stood and minced around, presenting her firm, round rump to me. She glanced over her shoulder at me, her furless face as red as a dragon's scales.

"Tail up," I commanded, and though she dropped her jaw as if she were wondering whether she should, she obeyed. She shouldn't have. Her long, black tail shimmered in the torchlight as she raised the thick base, revealing her dark, black pucker and thick, glistening teardrop. I already knew she wasn't in heat, but still I leaned forward, lowering my massive head to her quivering rump and took a long, deep sniff.

Oh gods, she smells marvelous. Like all equine creatures, she had a musky scent that made my mouth water and my cock harden. I pressed closer, exhaling warm air against her trembling pussy. Chari gasped, but kept her tail up. I wanted her in every way imaginable. I didn't know whether to climb on top of her and plough her four-year-old cunt, or to open my beak and gulp up her entire trembling rump. If I worked fast, could I swallow her whole before Adran came to check on her? Could I fuck her first? The stone door would block all of her screams in any case.

"S-Syrak...?" Chari asked, watching me drool.

Aside from the missing stripes, her brown rump was a smaller mirror image of Kreea's, and though she wasn't pumping out fertile pheromones, I didn't care. I'd fucked Kreea out of season more than 99.9% of the time, and Chari would be as tight and firm as Matra had been.

Assuming she's a virgin.

"Tell me the truth," I said, looking Chari straight in the eye. "Have you ever mated before?"

"Syrak, please...I-I'm scared..." she whimpered.

"Answer me!" I chirped. Gods, what am I doing? If she tells Adran what I'm doing, I'll be in deep shit. I'd already crossed the lines of decency, but the police would be hard-pressed to convict me of anything. A rump sniff was considered a protected cultural practice.

"No...!" she gasped, lowering her tail reflexively between her legs.

The poor girl was shaking, but I couldn't leave well enough alone. Before I could second guess myself, I grabbed her tail in one talon, lifting it up. "If you're lying to me, I'll know it soon." Chari kicked her hind legs, but they _thudded_weakly against my shoulders. She was as helpless as ever to resist me. Closing my eyes, I made a horrible mistake.

I pushed open beak up against her waiting rump, and extended my long, wet tongue. "Syrak!" she yelped, as I pushed the tip of my tongue between her pliable, fleshy folds. My drool spilled into her nubile vagina, rubbing into every crevasse the deeper I pushed. I barely made it four inches before I hit resistance - her hymen was intact. My entire body tensed, my cock telling my muscles to grab her thick barrel and slam right through her virgin barrier, while my mind begged me to resist. _I've already gone too far, I might as well get something out of it,_part of me screamed. The young filly was ripe for the taking! If I could just convince her to keep quiet about what I did to her...

No, I reprimanded myself.There's still time to take this back. I prepared to pull my tongue free and give Chari my best, most heartfelt apology for not believing her, and allow her to see my son immediately, as if the procedure I'd put her through were totally normal gryphon behavior. Maybe she'd believe this type of interview was a custom. Maybe she'd be afraid to tell anyone what happened. As long as Kreea and Adran never found out, I -

"_ Syrak!? _"

I whipped my head back, my tongue recoiling into my mouth with a wet _splat!_There, at the door, stood Adran, ears erect and feathers standing all on end. He'd seen everything - his own step-dad buried deep inside the high schooler's cooter. There were tears growing in Chari's eyes, and when I let go of her tail, it flicked down, plastered against her saliva-coated rump. "Adran..." she whined.

" What did you _ do!? _ Gods, it's just _ like _ you to do this. First you take my mother, then you take my _ sister _ , and now you want my _ girlfriend? _" The young hippogryph's ears were laid back, equine tail twitching back and forth as he stamped his hooves.

Took his sister? I'd always wondered if the boy suspected the truth, but the conviction in his voice made me tremble. If he told his mother what he saw here,and voiced his suspicions about Matra, would Kreea believe it? Even if she didn't, could she ever look at me without wondering? Before I could close my mouth, I gasped, "How do you know about Matra?"

Adran blinked.

He didn't know. My heart thudded in my chest. He didn't know! He must have meant that I caused her to run away or something. Shit, shit, _ shit, shit, _ SHIT!

"What..." he said, but he was obviously piecing together what I'd meant. I'd admitted to doing _something_to Matra, and that was either scare her off, fuck her, eat her, or all three. I waited with dropped jaw to see which of those three he concluded. Any of them would spell disaster for my relationship with Kreea.

"Y-you...you fucked her, too!? She was only two! No wonder she ran off! You motherfucker! You realize you caused her death...?" Tears were welling up in the hippogryphs eyes. Then, he narrowed them at me, despair turning to hatred. " Just you wait until Kreea hears about _ this _ ."

What do I do?

"Adran, wait," I pleaded.

He was walking away, but he had to hear the truth of what happened - I hadn't meant to fuck her, and I hadn't meant to eat her. It was all a misunderstanding! "Adran, it's true," I gasped, and to his credit, the fuming high schooler paused to look back at me. Gulping, I continued, "I did cause her death, but it's not what you think."

Chari didn't even exist as far as I was concerned. I could only assume she was watching the family struggle with shocked awkwardness, with no way to politely leave the living room. She'd certainly gotten more than she'd bargained for in a trip to a friend's house.

Adran cocked his feathered head, ears held erect. Slowly, he turned to face me, back to the exit. "What was it, then?"

"It was the night you barged in on your mother and me," I explained, taking slow, soft steps toward the boy. He swished his tail, never taking his eyes off of mine. Would he even believe me? "She took you to your room, and that's when it happened."

"What?" Adran asked, scrutinizing every word.

He'll never believe my version, and even if he did, he'd still tell Kreea. One way or another, Kreea would find out the big, bellyful of a secret I'd kept from her for the last two years, and that would be the end of our relationship. I could only guess whether she'd try to get the cops involved.

Unless...

My throat was dry. I took another gulp, mind rushing through the calculations. But time was waning fast - I had to act first, and think later. I took another step forward, my talons clicking on the stone floor, followed by my back paws with the soundlessness of a stalking lion. As I spoke, I glanced over at Chari, who was standing a few feet back, blushing, her hand to her mouth. "Matra came into the room while your mother was gone. I told her to leave, but she wouldn't. She said she heard you and Kreea talking and as long as you were up, she wanted to be."

I stopped in front of the half-sized hippogryph, lowering my furred haunches to the ground as I peered down at him, looking him over. He glared up at me, saying, "Then what?" his golden feathers poofed out in every direction as if they made him any larger. His orange talons clashed ever so slightly with the gold of his wings, and I could hardly see where his brown feathers smoothed and shrunk into a layer of fur that covered his barrel and rump.

My heart was racing, but I knew what I was going to do. I had no idea whether it was the right decision, but I _had_to try. "She wouldn't go back to bed, whining over and over again. She refused to listen to her father. And like all bad little boys and girls, she needed to be punished."

Now it was Adran's turn to gulp. His back hooves minced, and he took a step backward, ears flattened. "You -"

"No," I interrupted, curving my beak into a sharp smile. Whatever he'd been about to suggest wasn't right. If he knew what I was about to say, he wouldn't still be standing there. I finished, "I ate her."

It all happened in slow motion - Adran's mouth gaped, widened so far I feared his jaw would pop, but his maw was nothing compared to mine. Hooves clattered against stone as the hippogryph spun in place, but before he could kick off and bolt through the door, I was on him. I wrapped my talons firmly around his equine belly, easily lifting him entirely off the ground.

Chari reared up and backed away at the same time, screaming. She quickly unbalanced and flopped over backward onto the stone bench beside the table. There she lay stunned, her breath forced straight out of her lungs.

Adran _squawked_and kicked his legs, trying to pound me with his hooves, but even had they connected they'd have been no more effective than Chari's. I turned him in my claws, looking the young boy right in the eyes. "Syrak...!" he gasped, then tried again, "Dad!"

I could only chuckle at that. He'd say anything at this point, but when push came to shove, he'd tell his mother exactly what I'd told him. No, the only way I was getting out of this intact was if Adran didn't_get out intact. Slowly, I opened my mouth, stretching wider and wider until I could barely see the hippogryph. He _squealed, staring straight into my dark, red maw, tongue sliding out like an uncoiling snake. There, at the back of my throat, the only pink folds the little virgin would ever manage to push between.

"Stop!" he screeched, squirming all over again.

Weak hooves or not, Adran could cause a lot of damage to my beak if I didn't handle him right. Licking my beak, I effortlessly turned the boy around again, staring instead at his wide, brown rump. I wrapped my claws around his legs, holding them straight out so that he couldn't kick, while the rest of the hippogryph dangled uselessly in front of me. Turning around, I sat in front of the door, preventing Chari's escape and pondering the meal in front of me.

His black tail dangled uselessly over his back, giving me the perfect view of his unprotected hindquarters. So much like his mother's, his thick butt was covered in black stripes and brown fur, and I could almost imagine it was _her_I was about to eat. Except that instead of a shiny, black, vulva, he sported two hefty, dangling balls beneath his pucker. They almost made me sad, hanging there. His first date - the boy had been so close to finally making good use of his swinging stallions with Chari. Now his baby batter was destined for _my_belly, not hers.

I wrapped my tongue around his black hooves, pulling Adran into my mouth like a steak and chicken hoagie. Now_he _really struggled. His legs were useless, but he squirmed and spun and swivelled around, beak open wider than mine as he squawked like his life depended on it. It didn't - no matter how loud, Adran was headed to the same place.

"Chari, help!" he whined, reaching forward with his talons.

The centaur lay on her back, gasping for breath, looking up at the horrifying scene before her, but Adran's voice snapped her out of her paralysis. She couldn't escape, and she could hardly hurt me, but I had enough to deal with at the moment. Before she could even swivel to her feet, I waddled forward and placed a heavy hindpaw right on her thick, solid barrel. I was too heavy, but she squirmed anyway. Extending the claws on my feet until they pricked her flesh stopped that, though. Lying on the ground, she had the perfect view of Adran dangling above her as I began the busy work of swallowing my disobedient stepson.

Adran reached out with a talon, just inches away from Chari's upstretched hand. Until I gulped. My warm mouth was wrapped around his hind legs now, hooves nearly to my throat. Now her hand was a foot away, and the next moment, two feet. Adran watched Chari slipping away from him with wide eyes as more of him was pulled into my greedy gullet. Only when his hooves finally cinched tight and slipped into my constricting esophagus did Adran really seem to believe what was happening.

"Please, no!" he sobbed, flapping his wings as if he could somehow fly out of my throat. "Don't do this, Dad, I promise not to tell!"

Dad, again, is it? I would have pointed it out, but my mouth was a bit too busy to talk. The only answer I could give the boy was another, heavy gulp, pulling him just deep enough that his tail was swishing in my face. I took the time, then, to taste him, slathering my sopping tongue up against his outstretched legs before poking the flexible tip out to flick Adran below the tail. There I found his heavy orbs and wrapped them with my tongue.

Despite being a virgin, he didn't seem to approve of me playing with my food. Adran just shivered at the slippery caress, still screeching. "You don't want to do this!" he gasped, though he was sorely mistaken. You won't get away with it!" He was flapping his wings so hard that the cold air was starting to get annoying, so I reached forward with one talon, and then the other, grabbing each wing and pinning them to his flanks.

Instead of gulping him further down, I pushed my tongue out further, slurping_between his legs to rub up against his thick, equine sheath. Even though he was half my size, his own dick nearly matched mine. I figured I owed Adran this much, at least, and more to the point, I enjoyed the musky flavor of horse cock. _Squawk!_he cried, as I began to play with him, lifting his danglers with the base of my tongue while wrapping his shaft. I felt him thick, and my half-full mouth smiled. As desperate as he was, he was still a high schooler; he'd get hard at _anything, even his step dad sucking him off while devouring him!

Will I get caught? I wondered. Now that I had time to think, I could see that the boy might well be right. I could hardly back down now, however. Besides, as long as Kreea and the girls didn't walk in on us before I was done, I could always make some sort of excuse for my belly, and act surprised when Adran never seemed to return home. There was the small matter of Chari, however.

The centaur wasn't much smaller than Adran, who would already fill my considerable belly. I could eat her, yes, but I'd be hard pressed to explain a stomach so distended that I could barely move. The apartment was too small to hide her effectively, and I certainly couldn't just let her go, or the police would be at the door in an hour. I needed a day or two to be sure that I'd processed Adran enough that their magic couldn't prove anything. So eat her, I must, as painful as that might be. I'd just tell Kreea that I'd been so hungry I could eat _two_horses, and hope she didn't connect my bubbling bulge with her missing son.

Adran was fully erect now, as I _slurped_up his entire rump. His cock dangled from my beak, swinging up and down with each, heady lick. At least my little tongue-job had shut the boy up. I glanced down at Chari, who trembled below me. She was looking up, eyes wide as she took in Adran's swollen cock, which she'd surely admired many times. Then she glanced down, and I followed her gaze to my _own,_slightly larger dick, which stood out like a flagpole from my white sheath, glistening, red, and covered in sharp, backward barbs. "Oh!" she gasped, the pointed intruder almost touching her muscular belly.

"Unnh! Unnh! Unnh!" Adran groaned, humping and struggling weakly in my talons. I suckled his entire hindquarters like a lollipop, making sure to curl my tongue against the entire underbelly of his cock. "Nooo," he groaned, ungratefully. You'd think he'd appreciate getting his first and last blow job before my jaws closed around him forever. Oh well, I'd gone too far to stop now.

He couldn't last any longer, the warm embrace of my tongue firing every single nerve synapse on his virgin dick at the same time. Chari watched as the object of her affection dangled above her, grinding his hips up and down until finally his cock erupted, firing cum like a hose down onto her. All she could do was cover her eyes with her arms as spurt_after _spurt rained down upon her, staining her brown fur white. Adran just dropped his jaw and shrieked, balls churning in my mouth.

I took that moment, where Adran's body shuddered in my grasp, to gently slide the tips of his golden wings into the corners of my beak. He was far too distracted to notice, and with one strong_slurp_, he lost his most effective means of fighting his descent. My beak wrapped like a circle around his fat flanks, and suddenly his still-spurting cock was fully encased in my tight, wet maw.

Only his front half remained visible, and when Adran finally realized he was over halfway gone, his tone changed again. He squawked, not at me, but at Chari, pleading, "Fight him, Chari! He'll eat you, too! Run and get help, or we're both doomed!"

With my claws digging into her belly, Chari stayed put, frozen in place. I still expected her to struggle and fight me, but she knew when a battle was hopeless. Adran, however, did not. He whimpered again, sliding another foot into my eager gullet, and gasped, "If you just make it to the door, he'll have_to stop. Please, Chari, _save me!"

"I...I can't," the centaur shuddered, gazing down at my heavy, pointed hind-foot. I pressed down slightly harder in agreement with her assessment, and she looked up at Adran and said, "I'm sorry."

The finality of her tone made Adran do a double take. The hippogryph looked over his shoulder to watch in horror as another_gulp_ pulled his rump flush with the opening of my throat, the tip of my beak almost reaching his shoulders. He reached down with both talons to push off of the rim of my beak, but the suction alone was enough to overpower the young colt. I let go of his wings, now hopelessly heavy, coated in drool, and simply plucked one talon after the other into my mouth. Only his head and shoulders remained, and they wouldn't last long.

My talons now free, I placed one just ahead of my hind-foot, pinning Chari even more convincingly to the ground. Adran couldn't deny the truth anymore. This was it. Sobbing, my stepson gasped, "This is _really_happening..."

With my one free paw, I gently patted the back of his head, ruffling the feathers slightly. The sooner he came to accept his fate, the better for the poor boy. He glanced down at Chari, realizing she was no help for him. His only hope was a surprise return from his mother, and his time had just about run out. Clenching his eyes shut, he groaned, "No...not like this..."

I relaxed my throat muscles and prepared for the hardest step. Lifting my head even further to get all the help from gravity that I could, I _glugged_my food. The widest part of his rump finally squeezed tightly into my throat, and he dipped several feet further until the widest part of his flanks. Adran watched sadly as his view began to shrink, only able to see through the round portal of my beak. Chari was out of sight now, and all he could see were the flickering lights of the torches upon the ceiling.

"I'm...I'm dead meat," he warbled weakly, and he was so right. As I closed my mouth and cut him off from the world, he completed his transformation from stepson to afternoon snack. I kept my head angled upward, slathering his neck and head with my tongue as I enjoyed the delicious live prey. Like Matra before him, all his hopes and dreams faded away. He'd never go to college, hook up with some birds, raise a family. Like Matra, his fate was to be food.

I'm doing him a favor, I thought to myself. He still misses his sister - now he can join her among the thick rolls of my fat. He kicked and struggled weakly, but the fight was all gone. He was stretched full length and sliding down my throat, making a satisfying bulge for Chari to watch. The centaur could see first hand as her friend's thick rump slid past my shoulders and disappeared into my roomy belly. She watched as the upper parts of my throat slid back together each foot that his shoulders followed suit. I no longer needed to keep my head tilted back, so I gazed down at her, but she only had eyes for Adran. She followed my meal all the way down my throat until the end.

Adran could surely feel the constricting ring of my stomach around his shoulders before he took the final plunge, sliding entirely into my gut. He settled there, kicking and screaming, but the walls of my stomach were thick, and his efforts were futile. He was big, yes, and stretched me noticeably, but I was only half full, and I still had a second course. Patting my still squirming belly, I finally caught Chari's eyes. She stared up at me, her expression blank.

I had to back up to start the process all over again, lifting my feet off of her belly. She didn't even bother trying to escape, lying on her back as she looked up at me. She didn't kick or move as I lowered my beak toward her waiting rump. She didn't resist as I grabbed one firm leg in my talons. I opened my mouth wide, lifting her up, and _then_I noticed what was waiting for me between her legs.

Her tail flopped hopeless on the ground, revealing everything, from her lightly-furred teats to that glistening teardrop. _What am I thinking?_I wondered. I only had so much time to eat her and come up with a good excuse. But when I glanced back at her folds I saw that her trembling folds were absolutely coated, and not by Adran's meager contributions. Her vulva was sopping wet from arousal!

_Perhaps Adran wasn't the one with the fetish._That settled it. Come what may with Kreea, I _had_to fuck this centaur. Chari followed my gaze to its target, and she shivered. Gulping, she spread her hind legs apart. Did she really want it, or was she just delaying the inevitable? I didn't care. In seconds, I was scaling the four-year-old's proffered body.

She opened her cute, little humanoid mouth into an uncertain 'o', shuddering as the gryphon more than twice her size, with a belly bulging enough to make that three times began to climb over her young, virgin body. I placed my paws on either side of her, sparing her most of my weight, but I could do nothing about the meal in my gut. The food that had once been her boyfriend hung low, rubbing up against her own belly. Her eyes widened when she felt Adran kick, still struggling as the lack of oxygen began to overcome him. She opened her mouth as if to say something, but thought better of it.

I couldn't see where I was, but I could feel. My barbed cock was nestled between her twin teats - close, but no cigar. I shifted my hips and wiggled backwards a bit, drawing the soft nubs across her sensitive flesh. She was too small to place her hooves on either side of my waist, so they lay pinned up against her stomach. I shifted around until I felt it, her underwater cave coating my tip. Chari gasped, placing one front hoof against my shoulder as if she could push me away, while at the same time reaching back with her hands to grip the stone bench as hard as she could.

I felt the need to say something, but I couldn't come up with anything clever. I simply said, "Oh gods, I've wanted you since I first saw you. In every way."

Chari opened her mouth and started to say, "Please...be g-"

I had no interest in what she had to say. I slammed my hips forward, and I needed _every_ounce of power. Her folds resisted my monstrous cock from beginning to end. She gasped as the tapered tip shoved her clenching folds aside, then screamed as I barrelled through her taut, intact hymen. The weight of my hips was more than a match, poking my bony tip through, leaving only the ragged tatters of a barrier she no longer needed.

But my thrust wasn't done. There was still three fourths of my cock left to go, and I sure as hell wasn't going to stop until I was balls deep in my delicious, four-year-old filly. With her hymen broken and bleeding, I pounded forward, spreading her deepest depths with my oversized dick. I could feel the bulge I was making in her abdomen rubbing up against the bulk of my belly and wondered if I could even fit inside of her. Oh, well, even if I couldn't, I knew that she_would fit inside of _me.

"Aaaaaah!" she moaned, helplessly lying back as my tree-trunk-like cock burrowed into her. Her eyes were plastered down the length of her tauric body, apparently able to watch the swollen bulge of my tip grinding deeper and deeper into her until at last I came to a shuddering stop inside of her, my hips flush with hers.

I paused for a second, letting the former virgin adjust to the new sensation. She was panting and whimpering, her chest heaving up and down. She groaned in pain, kicking weakly at my shoulder with her forelegs, but I knew she was actually quite lucky. My tip was burrowed deep into her innermost passage, but had not bursted through. She would be in a _lot_of pain if I hadn't _just_fit.

"Uhh...huh...owww," she grimaced, straining to contain my massive cock while also dealing with the aching sting of her broken barrier. I could have waited for that pain to dull, but I knew that the next step would take her mind off of it.

Grinning down at her, I pulled back.

"Nnnnraaaaaaarghhhh!" she screamed, as my backwards-facing barbs raked against her sensitive flesh. She fit so snugly around me that she was about to burst, the sheer tightness of her cunt resisting me more than even Matra (who'd lost her virginity to a horse before me). But my straining muscles had the final say, and they said "out". I ripped my way out of her, every last spine digging deep, until just the thin tip of my cock lay inside of her bulging pussy lips.

There, I panted, looking down at my recent conquest. Her eyes were clenched shut, gasping for breath and trembling in pain, but she didn't try to squirm away. Her sopping vulva was tinted red now, blood dribbling slowly down. I had no weight on her, but still she lay on her back, her legs spread for me in ultimate submission. When I was done with her, she'd probably _beg_me to swallow her - and I'd happily oblige, either way. Grunting, I slammed forward again.

This time, the thrust went more smoothly. Her trembling cunt has already _streeeeeetched_out for me, and quickly inflated once more as I humped into her wide, quivering rump. I slid easily until the final barrier, shoving her entire body a foot back along the stone bench with my momentum. As the weight of my distended gut settled onto her once again, she stopped sliding.

"Oh gods..." she gasped, looking with wide eyes at my burrowed cock and knowing what was next.

Placing a talon on her equine chest, I pulled back again, ripping my way out of her once more. The barbs went no easier on her the second, or third, or fourth time, as I started pounding the young centaur filly faster and faster. At least when my knot began to swell outside of her trembling teardrop, I could no longer quite sink completely into her, but my barbs ran her ragged. She screamed and moaned, sometimes simultaneously, and I couldn't bring myself to slow down. Thick, oily pre-cum began to fill her virgin pussy, the warm liquid filling the little crevasses that now lined her entire, clenching passageway. This new salve burned, but the extra lubrication did finally dull her pain, leaving her wincing instead of screaming.

I paused, my cock tip pressing against her outer lips. I was so hard now that my knot was nearly fully grown and if I was going to sink it into her, I would need to put some extra weight into it. I panted there, gathering myself as I watched my pink cum dribbling down her aching folds. Taking a deep breath, I reached forward with both talons, grabbing her equine shoulders. Chari stared up at me with wordless fear.

Tightening my grasp, I slammed forward at the same time I pulled back on her shoulders, sliding her entire barrel toward me across the stone bench to meet my swinging cock. In the middle, we collided, my dick plunging swiftly in with a sharp, high-pitched_squick!_ But when I slid in all the way to my knot, the cantaloupe _smacked_her outstretched vulva with absolutely no give.

I'd have to try harder.

I pulled back, readied myself, and leapt forward, knowing I should leave well enough alone. If I _did_manage to tie with her, I might never get out of her before Kreea returned. But I had to - I'd regret it for the rest of my life if I ate Chari without ever feeling the tight, warm embrace of my cock bulging completely inside of her. I gritted my beak, resisting the urge to empty my balls just yet, though I was leaking pre-cum like a broken cistern. I pounded forward, and to my delight, my thick bulge sealed wetly up against her stretching cunt. I had half a foot to go before I was actually inside of her, but by the gods, she was stretching ever wider for me.

I gripped harder around her humanoid waist, pulling back for only a second before plunging into the wailing centaur. Whimpering, she spread her hind legs until they stretched to either side of my squirming belly. Had I not interfered, she might have been straddling Adran in a different way - now, this was the closest he would come. _Smack!_My swollen bulge wedged nearly halfway into her. A bit more and I would claim this filly completely.

"He's still alive in there!" she gasped, but her tone wasn't horror. No, when I looked down at Chari's face, her jaw was dropped in awe, and she was squeezing her hind legs around my bubbling belly, the better to feel the boy's weakening struggles. Whether he was running out of oxygen, or had simply accepted his fate, Adran was slowing considerably. I won't be a stepfather much longer.

This time when I pulled back, the sharp barbs raking her sensitive flesh, Chari _moaned_and gasped, "Gods, take me...take me now!" Her whimpering cry gave way to a loud whinny as she lay there, begging for me.

Heart thudding in my chest, I bit my beak and hammered forward, trying desperately to hold back. My aching cock spread the high schooler's cunt easily, sliding between her wide rump until my knot _slapped_home, stretching her lips wider than ever. She must have stretched six inches apart - an inch shy - just enough that I was denied access one last time. My next thrust would do it, and judging by the way my tip drove into her virgin cervix, the next push would send me straight into her womb.

It wasn't to be.

"I'm yours!" she moaned, then, in a breathless moan, she exploded into a cascade of shuddering spasms, barely managing to whine "Gods, Syrak!!" Her tight cunt squeezed around me like a vice grip, latching onto my barbs and holding me there, unwilling to let me go. Desperate, I tried to pull back, but she held me deep, and before I could grab her forelegs and pull myself off of her, it was too late.

Splurt!

My balls erupted, far more impressive than the hippogryph in my gut, and instead of scattering Chari's belly with my seed, I pumped the entire river straight up against her innermost wall. The instant flood inside of her broke down her flood gate, sending the second half of my first squirt straight into her untried womb. Chari shivered and humped up against me, eyes wide as she watched her belly expand. Her stomach filled, pressing up against mine, and I would bet a fair sum that Adran was still conscious enough to feel it - helplessly pressed up against his girlfriend's expanding belly as his stepdad claimed her. As if confirming my suspicious, his struggles renewed, squirming and kicking inside of me.

He could hear her muffled screams, and maybe even make out her words, "More! More!" Chari slid her sweaty hands to her large, swinging breasts, fondling herself as she shuddered and came around me, but most of the flow of our union was _into_her. I _squawked_and came again and again, hot, bubbling cum _glugging_as I filled her inner chamber. With my knot pressed up against her straining lips (albeit on the outside), hardly a drop escaped, and soon the young filly was fat and bloated. She didn't seem to mind.

I pressed my hips against hers, humping gently forward as I filled the ecstatic centaur. She moaned and panted beneath me, wriggling her hindquarters and arching her back. As my thrusts began to slow, so too did hers, and Adran began to settle down as well, for the last time.

All good things must come to an end, as well as naughty stepsons. I collapsed on top of Chari, the entire bulk of my stomach resting on her own distended gut. Together we panted for air, even as Adran's oxygen finally ran out. Chari couldn't help but feel her former boyfriend through the thin barriers of our bellies. "He's slowing..." she gasped, breasts heaving.

I squeezed off one last, little load. "He is," I agreed.

"Oh...Adran..." she sighed, a mixture of emotions on her face. She felt with grim determination as the boy continued slipping away.

"It's not Adran, anymore," I explained. "It's just food."

Chari dropped her jaw, but said nothing, shivering slightly as the food in my gut stilled for the final time. The only sound or movement from my stomach now was the bubbling _gurgle_as my gut did its grim work.

Groaning, I lifted myself off of her, a river of slick cum spilling out of her. I suppose its for the best I didn't knot her, I told myself. There wasn't much time before Kreea would return home, and there was still one, massive loose end. Chari, for her part, seemed to understand. Whimpering up at me, the centaur pinned her hind legs together and lifted them up. Our eyes met, and nothing needed to be said. Her time had come.

Taking her hind legs with my talon, I guided them up to my waiting beak, eyes on Chari. The four-year-old watched with a strange fascination, knowing that there was no use fighting. She was mine to do with as I pleased, and there was one last hunger she needed to fulfill. As I plunged her legs into my waiting, drooling maw, she simply shivered and lifted her rump, the better to eat her. "Thank you..." she gasped. For what? I suppose for not allowing her to die a virgin.

With half her hind legs in my mouth, I took a gentle lick of her stretched, aching folds, still sopping in my fluids. The best fuck I'd had in years, and now she had to go. Kreea was fine, but not as tight, and nowhere near as submissive. Chari truly knew her place, and now it was time for her to slide there.

What the fuck am I doing!?

I dropped her, and Chari gasped in surprise. "Syrak?" she asked, brow wrinkled.

"You won't tell anyone about this." It wasn't a question, but a fact. "I'm too full to eat you."

"But...?" she asked, confused.

"Go, and be a good little girl - pretend like none of this ever happened. Clean yourself up, and when people ask, say you saw Adran wander off alone after school."

"I will," she nodded quickly.

I smiled. "But remember this, Chari. You're not a little girl anymore. You're food, and you belong to me. We'll call you 'leftovers'. You'll come back here in two days at noon sharp for a dinner party, and you'll bring the main course. You understand, my delicious, sexy 'leftovers'?"

"Yes, si - I mean Syrak."

"Good, now run along, my meat." Sighing, I patted my swollen belly. "I've got a lot of work to do."

Chari nodded and sprang to her feet, still dripping. Looking once over her shoulder at me, she smiled, and trotted out of the house.

What am I doing? What a stupid risk!_She could run straight to the police. She could have been faking her obedience, knowing there was no other choice, and I just freed her! Still, if I ate her, how would I explain my gut? I would hardly be able to move. Coupled with the sudden disappearance of Adran and a friend from school, and it wouldn't take long for the police to connect the dots. I needed Chari's help. I could only hope she didn't realize that _she_was the one with the power over _me.

First things first - clean up the living room. Kreea would probably believe that I'd gotten so hungry waiting for our scheduled playtime that I'd eaten a horse early. Adran was probably staying at a friends house, right?

I grinned at a sudden realization. Kreea will ride me hard, fondling my belly while never realizing I am filled with her beloved offspring.

And it wouldn't be the first time, either.